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Failure.

When a hound fails, its first thought might be of itself. How could I do this, how could I disappoint Her like this, how easy should it be to follow a rule.

But I shouldn't be. It should be of Her. Of Me.

My Hound has failed me, and while I am disappointed in it and its inability to follow simple instructions, I am also disappointed in myself. Surely I am a better Handler than this. Do I not deserve the reverence and respect I ask for?

Clearly I must not.

Is my training, my instruction, my conditioning so weak?

Clearly it must be so.

And it reflects poorly on me. When a hound fails, it embarrasses their Handler. It makes a fool of Her. She who should command the respect of all, humiliated by a mere dog.

I hope you feel bad about this, puppy. And if not, I'll make you.

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““A satisfying hiss came as they cracked an egg into the pan, the edges already becoming lace before they could sprinkle seasoning. It wasn't too often they didn't make meals for their Beloved, cooking was one thing they always desired to do for them and see them enjoy the meals they made. Spoil was more the word for how they cooked for Hound. Fresh food from their garden, a tomato for themself without their knowledge, and many fresh meats.

A coo catches their attention, six beady eyes lingered on them and they clicked their teeth. "What? Do you believe you've earned a treat, eh? Spoiled, Hound has spoiled you all." They chittered to their pets as they offered up some strips of fresh meat. "Spoiled little Kjúklinga." The Ravens didn't rather care to be scolded like such, their own Raven fluffed his feathers in disapproval. A snickered on their face as they flipped the egg over in the pan.

Dried meats were a must when they were away for so long, along with herbs and peppers from a previous harvest. One they cherished was sausages, so sweet and spiced so well with their own special blend that they were very prideful of. It frying up in the pan filled the house with a sweet and savory fragrance, if that didn't rouse Hound, nothing would. A shudder of thunder sent their senses a light, a joyous hum in their throat once a melody was murmured in their Native tongue.””